I was finishing up the dishes when I looked through the window over the sink and saw Joe in the backyard. He was tugging on the new tire swing I'd attached to the old maple tree in the back yard as a surprise. He looked concerned, as he tentatively leaned his weight against it, and I chuckled to myself at his unease. I ducked my head and watched as he steppe...
My mouth was filled with warm, throbbing cock-flesh, but my gaze was trained on Sparkle-Eyes. I wasn't staring at him really; it was more surreptitious glances now and again. He was sitting a few feet away watching me suck his men's cocks with a bemused expression on his face, a wistful look in his eyes. That he was going to miss me when he handed me over...
**Author's Note** I apologize to my readers and followers. I know it's been a long time coming. After the Lit police rejected Chapter 31, I was at a loss, as it completely destroyed my story line as I had planned it, and I fell into a severe 'writers block.' I finally settled down a couple weeks ago, threw out the original Ch 31 and started on this—The fin...
This is a follow up to "Lightning In A Bottle." If you have not read "LIAB," then you may want to seek it out for context before reading "Juan Gets Maced." ***** Chapter One As the new guy bent over the water fountain, the first things I noticed were his legs and his ass. His legs were muscled and covered with fine, blonde hair, and his ass cheeks were di...
"Ohhh, yesss...that is sooo nice...your hands are sooo magical," I heard Terry the Towel Boy say to someone. I craned my neck to peer between two bodies and saw Willie Mumphrey, an aide to Congressman Hecker, showing one of his drawings to Terry. The Congressman himself immediately joked, "Yes, and his hands sketch very well, too!" I had seen those drawin...
I sighed as I saw the signs for Morrisville. My home town, the place I had struggled to escape over fifteen years ago; now I was coming back with my head hung low and my tail between my legs. It was humbling and humiliating. I had left when I was eighteen and never looked back. I wanted a career, I wanted a life, and I wanted love. I'd gotten the career, I'd...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** I'll Do You If You Do Me "Ohhhh Billy, this is...ohhh God...so wrong...we shouldn't be doing this..." I groaned. His hand moved faster and harder up-and-down my throbbing erection, and, yes...I did the same for him. I don't know what's wrong with me -- I'd never done...
In college I earned free room and board by working the front desk of my dorm. It was an easy job that consisted of answering the phone, buzzing in visitors, and using the master key when residents got locked out of their rooms. Since I usually worked the afternoon shift, I also sorted the mail. Mostly I just occupied myself by reading for class. The dorm wa...
This is the story of how a whole bunch of locals, almost all of whom were over 60, found ourselves renovated, refreshed, rejuvenated and freshly horny. Oh we weren't all physically transported back in time and neither were we truly rejuvenated but we certainly had years knocked off our mental ages and years added onto our sex lives too! I'm not entirely cer...
For every young man, his wedding is, undoubtedly, the most eagerly awaited day of his life. He has a million little hopes and dreams about his marriage; a vision of what his husband should be like, his own thoughts on the kind of life he wants to live once moves into his husband's home. However, the picture-perfect life he envisions for himself and what dest...